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Adeline Allard was a noble influence, neigh
more duchess, daughter, and child of God
her loving family surely grounded her say
gallantly providing her a foundation to plod.
The wedding of dreams, laced with her Prince
a grand celebration long awaited came true
Nothing like it ever happened anywhere since
A mesmerizing trip around the world came due.
A lake-side castle from her design he gave
to his bride who loved him greatly so
filled it, creative furnishings from locals fave
balls for aristocrats, locals too did go
Gardening, sewing, loving life almost full
she dreamed of babies arriving to bless them
sewing colorful attire of silk and wool
pondering names from the past with him.
Nine months later they celebrated a son
Nine months later they celebrated a girl
Nine months later they welcomed twins, done
which were one of each, everyone in a twirl.
Life rolled on, friends, parents passing ... gone
children blooming in Christian love
training with excellence, schooling caliber spot-on
soon flying out on their own, like a dove.
Bells were tolling, his Adeline was dead
from a careless reckless captain on the lake
Come nightfall, her ghostly figure well read
drifted in quoting the Bible at her wake.
Sobs and tears tore at their heart strings
as she left her rings for their sweet girls
And holding their sons with caresses as kings
Her bold and dashing Prince clasped her pearls.
They sprinkled her ashes in the beloved lake
as heavenly music filled the wafting wind
Some say they often see her near the water wake
with beauty intact and gown in need of mend.
Reminiscing the last time he held her
on a cold misty dawn, dew heavy on the pane
Their lovemaking always a heated stir
He felt she was still present, feeling not sane
She had later tied down the sails on her boat
taking along their two Great Danes
she had laughed and waved, tossed on board her tote
riding the waves, past silvery canes.
She paused by the trickling springs
long enough to listen, then bid them bye
strapped the Danes to their seats with special rings
and shoved the engine into a loud high.
Now her ghostly cameo in moonlight in awe by all
shimmering beads on her dress, diamonds in ears
wind whipping waves softly, feminine silhouette so tall
He watched her glide by once, and out spilled tears.
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